Hello. So you know some people say you should never start a sentence with so? Ignore them. Which brings us neatly to Molly Wobbly, a new and rather delicious and deliciously funny musical currently showing at the Leicester Square Theatre which, alongside the Trafalgar Studios over *checks notes* Trafalgar Square way is, officially or unofficially or which ever way you like it, London's gayest theatre of note. Oh yeah, we missed out Soho Theatre. That's nice too.

It's not often we get excited about a club night. Maybe it's our age. Maybe it's our time of life. But when we heard of Brut (which has an umlaut over the 'u' but we're buggered if we know our way around this MacBook Pro after only five years), we were sold. Inaugurating a brand-new venue in the city with two legends of house music playing the records (or wherever music in clubs comes from these days), Brut (umlaut) launches on Saturday 21st February. Write that date on your hand.

There will be hair, there will be make-up, there will be colour, there will be movement, there will be fabric and shoes and eyelashes and more hair, none of it actually belonging to anyone in the room, you understand. You'll have gathered by that little fanfare that The Supreme Fabulettes are back in all their glory (and that's quite a lot of glory - maybe too much) at the Leicester Square Theatre this weekend.

Soho, yoga, a hot teacher. Is there anything wrong with this picture? No, right? Yes, Alex Maxwell - that's him up there showing off - is already leading yoga classes at Soho Collective (as close as damn it to Jake HQ: you may have been to parties there) on Wednesday evenings and is now extending his repertoire to Saturday mornings...

Those who have been swishing up and/or down Soho's glittering Greek Street would have noticed No. 6 has been a work in progress for longer than this piece of string we're holding. It used to be some sort of grey Italian tapas type place, it didn't really work, but now it's Bó Drake, a HNR (Hot New Restaurant), it's totally going to work.

We love lesbians and we don't care who knows it. They are - to a man - hysterical! Sandy Bernhard, Sandi Toksvig and now, our new lesbian crush, Susan Calman. And lucky for us, Susan Calman is appearing in Lady Like, a show of her own devising, down at the old Soho Theatre, where they have so much on, we seriously don't know where they put it all.

It's a truth universally acknowledged that the gay-on-the-go can never have enough hats, gloves, starred contacts on Grindr or David Mills performances down at the old Soho Theatre (handy for Soho Joe's next door where they do pizza for £10 and a very drinkable house wine). And he's back, back, back with a show called Don't Get Any Ideas. Too late for that talk. We already have.

In our quest to bring you the very finest in disco (and no, Kylie's 'Your Disco Needs You' doesn't count), we would like to introduce you - if introduction were necessary - to France's foremost exponent of the form, Cerrone. As in 'Supernature'...